I promised you dough and paprika. I had high-falutin’ photography goals: to capture steam escaping from a savory, cheese-loaded puff. The recipe is solid and though the steam shot eluded me, I did snap some pretty pictures. It’s the words. Words leave or they hang around in awkward arrangements, flopping unglamorously and trying to propel themselves out of the rowboat.
They take sides.
I wonder if words are jealous of my new best buddy, Instagram. I need to restrain myself with the Instagram. I’m snap-happy and I love layering on those mini, moody effects.
Instagram is like the dimmer switch that’s in my NYC living room. It was there when I moved in. I’ve left it for decades despite many, MANY color and style changes. Everything looks better when you activate the dimmer switch.
You can hear Marvin Gaye getting into trouble, man. It’s a mood setter.
While I wrangle words…here’re some moody moments from my recent Instagram fest.
They are here because you are here. I appreciate that.
If you wanna see what I’m up to on Instagram then click on this oink.
Do it. Lead! Rally toward the tipping point!
I owe you snacks.
XO ~ the oinker